Fix the Roof I Think the Universe Fell In
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Chapter 13: Sorrowful Remembrances
Kyoko's POV…
It was then that I realized that it was only dawn, I was super-early. I sighed irritably, today is seriously gonna suck…
So I wandered around town, maybe I could scrounge up a breakfast or something…
Then I spotted a passed out ninja lying outside a bar, I don't recognize him so I guess that he's a nameless/faceless character not used in the show. So I didn't feel the least bit guilty when I went through his pockets.
I took all the money in his pocket, plus his ninja gear which included kunai, shuriken, and some chakra pills.
'Sweet,' I thought with a grin as I pocketed my loot. I walked onward, the lack of the weird, 'feels like I'm being watched' feeling signaled the lack of ANBU or whoever watched me. I doubt they even know where I sleep…
I resisted the urge to laugh, common sense really, if I don't make a lot of noise I won't be noticed. Rule number 4 on my list of how to survive…
I could vaguely see Bob's nearly transparent outline as he followed me down the street, I counted the ryo quickly, there was around 500 ryo. I quickly stuffed it into my pocket, I wonder if Ichiraku's is open yet…
I sighed into the cool morning air, damn I hate the idea of going back into a social environment…
I prefer being on my own, always have, always will be a hermit I suppose…
I both love and loathe moments like this, the quiet moments where I have nothing to do or think about what I'm going to do next…
It's during these moments that I get a bit nostalgic, some people love reminiscing about the past, I for one hate it.
I don't want to remember, I don't want to remember the day my life went straight down to hell…
Flashback…
A three year girl old played with a doll happily, totally unaware of everything around her.
It was a dreary day, the sky was dark and cloudy and it had all but rained yet. But nothing could spoil that little girl's day, because that day was a special day, it was her birthday!
She was officially three years old, all was well, until a door slammed.
Her mother staggered in…
Flash!
The little girl was hoisted up by the collar of her pink t-shirt.
Flash!
A gunshot rang out.
Flash!
Blood accompanied a scream.
Flash!
The gun clattered to the floor, and the woman staggered away.
Flash!
A boy showed up, with an axe, he swung.
Flash!
More red, accompanying the spattering liquid on the floor, as the boy swung and wrenched the axe from his victim and struck, again and again, and again…
Flash!
Smoke filled the air around the girl, she couldn't breathe.
Flash!
The house burned, despite the pain, the little girl turned her head to see her older sister sprawled out on wooden floor at the foot of the stairs , all her body twisted in all sorts of unnatural angles…
Flash!
Smoke and blood engulfed her vision, then darkness.
Flash!
Then she woke up, with surprising clarity overlooking the burning building…
Then, nothing…
Flash!
She woke up, everything was white.
More pain in her body…
They were cutting her knee open, she wanted to scream, but couldn't…
She could only lie still, as they cut open her leg and removed the ruined kneecap…
Within her mind, the searing hot pain was almost too much to bear, yet she remained conscious.
It was like she couldn't breathe.
Much like drowning really…
Flash!
She had been taken to an orphanage, there was a man in a suit, she didn't like him, he kept insisting that she needed something called 'intensive therapy', what was intensive therapy?
Flash!
She hated therapy, more so, she hated the therapist. Every day he would bother her with stupid questions and then he'd twist her words into different meanings.
They put her on meds, making her take pills she didn't want, forcing them down her throat no matter how much she protested.
Then she wasn't allowed near other kids, or a lot of toys…
They just left her in a room, all by herself…
Then she made Bob, and for once things weren't so lonely…
Flash!
He called her schizophrenic and made her take more pills, they started making her go to more therapy sessions, and they never listened.
At least she had Bob to talk to, he always listened…
Flash!
The little girl had run away that day, she ran and ran and ran some more. She fell into some trash cans and got fished out by a grumpy old man, who introduced himself as Old Man Abern. He was a war veteran from the World War 2. For a few hours, the little five year old had found a friend, and Mr. Abern had found a child who could sit still through every one of his War stories.
From that day forward, every time the little girl ran away, she'd go to Mr. Abern's house, for an old coot, he was pretty cool. After a while, he started spoiling her rotten, giving her pizza and letting her play with Sammie, his old German shepherd.
Then one day, she ran away again, and then she was confined to a padded room in a straightjacket and deemed crazy.
They were considering transferring her from the Orphanage's care to the Asylum…
Flash!
The therapist who made her life hell said no, just constantly saying he could "fix" what was wrong. Then therapy, took an even worse turn, he began to tell her that she was insane. He told her that admitting was the first step, but by then she had already stopped talking to him for permanent.
He just told the Orphanage more lies.
More therapy sessions sealing her fate.
Hope was farther than ever, and Hell much closer.
'I'm insane?' The little five-year old girl wondered from inside her straight jacket, she turned to face Bob who stood next to her.
"Am I crazy Bob?"
"Of course not." The unicorn answered while glaring at the door.
"Okay…" And nothing more was said that night.
Flash!
They were going to ship her off to an insane asylum, for good, she'd never see the light of day again.
All because of that stupid therapist who insisted she was crazy…
And maybe she was, now, thanks to him.
When every single therapy session was spent telling her that she was insane and that she needed to talk about why she was "not right in the head".
It was then that a single thought registered itself into the deep recesses of her five-year old mind, she hated them, she hated them ALL…
Flash!
At the last moment, saving grace had arrived in the form of a woman. A middle-aged caretaker who went by Mrs. Krackern pushed for her to take a mental evaluation from someone other than her therapist.
After three weeks of delay, she was deemed sane and she transferred into another orphanage…
Things were looking up, at the back of the little girl's mind something nagged that this was too good to be true, but she felt happy right now.
And for the first time in a long time, she smiled as she walked out that door…
Flash!
From one hell to the next, kids her own age were just as cruel as adults, just in simply different ways. They ridiculed her appearance and always left her out when they played, it went on like this for two weeks until their insults might as well have been recordings within her five year old mind.
"You're weird!"
"Why's your eye red?"
"She's a vampire!"
"She's gonna eat us!"
"Why ya so quiet huh?"
"Can't ya speak?"
"Or are ya scared!"
"Come freaky girl talk!"
"Come on freak!"
"Talk-!"
Then she snapped, she gripped the boy's arm and tackled him, and twisted his arm roughly, snapping it.
He screamed in pain, and the other kids looked at her in fear.
They ran, and Timothy went to the hospital for a cast.
Everyone stayed away from her after that.
Was she lonely, in a word, yes.
But she didn't care, she had Bob.
She never talked to anyone after that, just Bob.
Every day, the other kids would look at her with expressions that ranged from anger, to prejudice, to fear. But they left her mostly alone, and soon she got used to it.
'Why?' the five-turned-six year old thought with bitterness that more befitted an old war veteran than a child, 'what did I do wrong?'
Bob nuzzled the back of her head comfortingly and it she cried…
Flash!
School was the same, she was the ugly-eyed weird girl who never spoke to anyone. She had found Old Man Abern's house again, he gave her a knife and some advice on life, then he died in a house fire.
It left a gaping, empty hole inside her chest. Like something just reached in and used a rusty spoon to carve out a chunk, leaving messy shreds hanging off in bloody strings…
Her mind worked morbidly like that…
With no-one to talk to, she played by herself and with Bob. She would play hide and seek with Bob in the library, then she'd read books, that's where she discovered manga.
Then she found anime, and it made the loneliness a little more bearable, soon she started adding gory horror movies, and action movies to her favorite things to do and she felt like she didn't need anyone ever again.
Then her interests took a turn for the morbidly weird, she got into reading about Egyptian history, then she read on how to mummify things.
So she did a project in the second grade about it, she worked hard on it and she used a dead dog she'd found on the side of the road as her mummy.
She'd even made a coffin.
Then came time to present their projects, she had the organs in jars and everything.
She worked for three weeks in the woods with her project, she was determined for it to be the best.
The teacher took all of it away, plus the hooked stick she'd used to pull the organs out through its nose.
They took her to the principal's office, gave her detention, then called Mrs. Krackern.
Back at the Orphanage, Mrs. Krackern said that if she didn't act more normal, she be forced to call in a therapist, again.
Whatever was said afterwards, didn't matter, the girl didn't remember it anyways, that night she snuck out and sat on the playground swing.
'She thinks I'm crazy too…' That single thought bounced off the edges of her mind, echoing on, never leaving…
She hiccupped softly, then felt a furry head nudge her side gently, she looked down blearily to see Bob nuzzling her.
"There, there," he cooed gently, "don't cry…"
It was then the girl noticed the tears running down her cheeks, she wiped them away hastily, only to have them be replaced by more.
"It's not fair, everyone ha-hates, me…" She was sobbing hard now, not bothering to even wipe the tears away.
"Shhh…" Bob comforted her, "Don't cry, I'm here, I'm here…"
It didn't matter, cause everything that could've been called a heart still hurt…
End Flashback…
A bird chirped, dawn had come…
I snapped out of my thoughts, damn I hate flashbacks, mine are so damn real…
I'm either insane or high on something I don't remember taking…
Damnit…
Then I realized that I had wandered into the cemetery, I felt my heart lighten joyfully.
I wonder if there's a morgue to raid nearby…
Gah! Those are the thoughts I want to avoid people finding out about! Dammit! This is why I stay away from people! Now I have to be around, dare I even think, other kids my age! Fangirls, jocks, FUCK!
'I hate my life…' I thought as I began to skulk around the graveyard within the morning mist.
I hate these moments, I hate people, but there this little voice in my head that nags me about giving this place a chance...
This may be an anime, but people are still fundamentally the same, aren't they?
I felt a frown grace my features, if that's true then will this just be a repeat of the story of my life?
'No, new Kyoko, tougher, nobody and nothing's gonna make me cry.'
So I skulked around the cemetary like a wraith.
Who knows maybe I'll scare the crap outta someone while I'm at it…
A/N: I'm never repeating the flashback again, if you don't read it then it's your loss! Bye! I got stuff to do, homework to finish and other stuff! PLZ REVIEW!!! THANK YOU!!!